"August 8th, Lionsgate 🪐"

The day of Lionsgate, when energy reaches its peak, arrived. 😅 I spent it sleeping all the time. 🤣 But well, I was just so sleepy. 🥱

A typhoon 🌀 was approaching ~ I woke up around midday, and just as I thought about it, I was blowing soap bubbles 🪄🫧 while picking my nose 🤣. I received a call from my small son, but instead of hearing a voice, my phone blasted a "Emergency Alert" at maximum volume 🤣.

What impeccable timing...

Turns out, it was about my computer suddenly breaking, and he was inquiring about the method of delivery 😅. Just that...?

He's pursuing his dreams, but seems to be stuck. "I'm not worried about anything. You've always seemed lacking in confidence, but people often experience what isn't meant for their path first. You just want to find yourself. If you feel stuck, stretch properly 😊. Breathe deeply and✨️. Are you enjoying it? Is it truly what you want? Are you on the right track... without any misalignment? Are you doing it out of obligation? Ask yourself these questions 😉, and you'll find the answers."

"Got it... ☺️," was the usual short response.

That little boy, who used to be so small, has grown into a calm young man 😌. With just that brief conversation, I felt incredibly serene, stopped trying to sleep 😅, and began to tidy up my room meticulously... The presence of children is truly remarkable; they can provide happiness and strength in an instant 😌.

Time went by, it's now 3 in the morning... I'm still awake... Since it's technically morning, I decided to clean the toilet 🤣 and polish the entrance.

It's rare for me to have trouble sleeping... This too must have some kind of timing to it, I suppose.

In a conversation with a friend I'm going to work with, I talked about myself for the first time in a while 😌. I don't even know their name, don't know how old they are, but apparently, I have a grandchild I've never met.

"Cutting ties," was what I said and that was it. It's been years since I heard my daughter's voice. I've never experienced anything as sad. My heart was dragged down, and I wonder how much I cried. While talking, I was imagining what my daughter might look like now. Has she lost weight? Or has she become round like me? Imagining her made me feel calm.

I talked about the enriching days and the sorrows I shared with my two daughters. I talked about how much I've grown from those experiences 😌. Back then, I thought that when we meet again, I'd express all that I wanted to say.

Now, though... There's nothing I want to convey 😌. I just hope that the time to meet will come, and I hold my daughter's presence dear.

I've found tranquility and peace in my current state of mind. I'm thankful for the lessons my daughter taught me. It was a day of gratitude...

Feeding milk 🍼 to a wild rabbit's baby.

Opening an album and bursting into laughter 😄. Even though it's a baby rabbit, feeding milk to it brings back memories of when my daughter was young. Remembering the times with my children while looking at the album photos 😅. Memories of happiness come flooding back, but the tears no longer flow. With a gentle smile, I look at those old photos. "Time is the best medicine..." That's really true... 😌

As for "Lionsgate" 🪐... There's a lot of talk about channeling unnatural energy, but in these natural days, I wonder if there'll be many realizations and timely events coming along. 🤭 That's what I think...

My friend told me, "Your stories, Amu, are so abstract and full of inversion. They might be hard to understand for many, you know?" 😮‍💨
"Well, that might be true... 🤣 But it's okay, you know. Only those who understand, get it." 🤭